For British Eyes Only

Watching all of the Best Picture nominees this year. (probably not) Before they were announced I had already seen 5 of 10, and just in the past few days I’ve watched 3 more. The only ones left are “The Fighter” and “Winter’s Bone”

Let’s be honest. I have zero motivation for watching The Fighter. (and I probably won’t) I downloaded Winter’s Bone though.

So here’s to hoping I am not missing much with The Fighter. It just looks like this year’s The Wrestler (which I didn’t care to see either)

In other news, I love SO MANY of the nominees I just don’t know what I’m going to do.

It only took me ETERNITY.

I thoroughly enjoyed it. Danny Boyle knows how to make a movie. James Franco knows how to be wonderful. It was great.

This next part has nothing to do with the film itself or what I think about the movie (other than after it ended because my mind went off on a tangent about this) but 

Have I become desensitized to horrific material? I honestly am hardly affected by gore and the like. This movie proved it. I know there was a lot of hype around the arm scene and I thought it was done really really well, but I am just worried about my soul because I feel like I feel nothing. I mean, I felt for the character and the story and was into the movie, but I physically didn’t feel anything like puking or fainting or looking away or whatever stories you hear. And I’m truly not trying to be like “that person” who’s like “it wasn’t that bad, whatever, I can take it” because that’s annoying and I think the scene was done perfectly. I just…worry about myself. Why don’t I find just mutilation somewhat disturbing. I blame movies.

I can’t really write out what I’m thinking. This is basically just a glorified Melanietweet thought. Ignore it.

Also, the movie made me think profoundly about death.

And thus ends the strangest and most depressingly weird emo tumblr post by Melanie.

or maybe just never had this type of illness

I don’t know what’s wrong with me

or maybe everything I do is exaggerated to the extreme.

(or maybe I’m really dying)

but really. My throat is out of here. It’s been ripped out and raped by phlegm.

Changed by layout for the first time. No more plain grey page. Now it’s some other thing.

But I am online instead. Of course.

Right now I am supposed to be coming up with a script outline for my screenwriting class. I’m over it. I don’t like that class. I’m not good at coming up with ideas. Just tell me what to film and I’ll film it.

Whatev.

Instead I sipped some rum because My throat is raw as shit due to coughing for 2 days straight. I hate being sick. At least I’m off work until Saturday. I will probably spend all of that time sleeping and pitying myself for being sick.

Ah, well. I am so tired. I want to go to sleep but I can’t until I can come up with a stupid idea for a short film. Dumb.

Not dumb. Just lazy/sick/tired/really…just lazy.